It seems Bill has moved. Found a place at Fraser & Broadway above a store. Two weeks ago. New number and everything. He didn’t tell me. I found out because I called the Deorksons trying to get ahold of him. I wonder when I was to be informed.
… I don’t know how I feel about this …
I am a fool. I called the number she gave me.
Well that hurt. This hurts. I want to cry right now and I’m doing my damned best not to. He sounds happy on his answering machine. I haven’t heard happy in almost a year. Just that lilt of voice I want to hug. My speech caught only a moment into my message. It broke, I know it did. I hope he calls me back in spite of it. I hope he was going to call me today anywas. I hope a lot of stupid things. I hope that one daya book will be dedicated to me. I hope one day that I’ll have inspired some art in a way that I’m in it. Silly selfish hopes. Why don’t they just go die?
Failing to inform me that he’s moved and has a number is slightly extreme. I am an idiot with those I love. One day I hope I learn to stop.
EDIT: I called back to the best phonecall we’ve actually had. I haven’t had him laugh yet, but now it’s alright. Things are okay, which is better than they were. I’m now really glad I called. *content*